Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Potatoes

July 28.

A man shows me in the street a single bunch of potato-balls (i. e. on one stem) twenty in number, several of them quite an inch in diameter and the whole cluster nearly five inches in diameter as it hangs, to some extent emulating a cluster of grapes. 

The very sight of them supplies my constitution with all needed potash.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 28, 1860


July 28.
 See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 28

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau
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out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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